He was beautifully placed in my life at the most random of times. I remember quite well the exact moment I saw him dance for the first time. He was in a crowd of people–at a gay club. I rarely go to clubs, so there’s got to be a reason we are both there.
I’m staring at his dirty blonde hair. I mean ‘dirty’ as a hygienic thing, not a color thing. My eyes fixate on his, both our hearts pounding to the blaring music from the DJ and their loud speakers.
Blue eyes, gorgeous smile and I picture he has a laugh that can reach miles!
On that night I didn’t say hello.
He was gone.